(This happened earlier this morning).

Cormac walked off the lift and headed for Michael's office, whistling a tune under his breath. It was still morning, and he'd already completed most everything he had wanted to today. Things were good, with the exception of the bone he needed to pick with Corner. He walked into Michael's office, and was immediately greeted by a stunning redhead. You dog, mate, Cormac thought. Not messing around with your secretary, my arse.



Genevieve looked up from her work and was momentarily frozen by the blue eyes of the handsome man standing at her desk. "Good morning, sir," she said breathily. "And how may I help you today?"

Ah. I could name a few ways.... "I'm Cormac McLaggen," he announced with a bright smile. "And I need to speak with Michael."

Genevieve bit her lip and stepped out from around her desk. "Genevieve," she said, inhaling deeply, aware of the effect that it had on her breasts. She smiled as Cormac's eyes fell predictably below the neckline of her blouse. Extending her hand to him, she said "So very pleased to meet you. I'll let Mr. Corner know you're here." She flashed him a smile and knocked on Michael's office door, opening the door after a muffled, "Enter."

"Mr. Corner?" she asked politely, suddenly all business. "There's a Mr. McLaggen here to see you?"

Michael chuckled. "Thanks, Genevieve. You can let him in."

She stepped back out into the outer office and held the door for Cormac, leaning against it so that everything worth putting on display was shown to the best of her ability. She winked at Cormac. "Mr Corner will see you now."

Cormac very intently examined the display Genevieve was offering up. "Very nice, Genevieve," he drawled. "Thank you, really." He walked past her, careful to brush his arm against her chest in passing and took a seat before Michael.

"Mate," he said.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Michael asked. "You haven't been down here in weeks."

"I'll get to that in a minute. First things first. There is no way you haven't shagged your secretary," he announced.

Michael leaned his face into his hands. "I absolutely have not shagged Genevieve," he said indignantly. Looking up, he continued, "First of all, I have a girlfriend and second of all, Genevieve very professional and brilliant at her job. I don't know how I managed without her."

"Me either," Cormac said slyly. "Now, as to the reason I'm here," Cormac said with a scowl. "Is there any way you can keep a handle on your Hufflepuff?"

"My Hufflepuff?" Michael asked with a smile. "What are you on about?"

"Yes, your Hufflepuff," Cormac affirmed with a smirk. "Apparently she popped in on Pansy the other day and was rather rude. Pansy was going on about how she's not 'as sweet as everyone thinks' and was generally miffed."

Michael looked confused. "Susan went to talk with Pansy? And Susan was rude? Somehow I doubt that," Michael chuckled.

"Between that and Ticky Boxman's article, Pansy was in bed with a headache for the rest of the day."

"I saw the article. I knew Pans'd be upset. I should've owled," he said. "But I'm a little put out with Pansy as it is. She took a great deal of delight at my misfortune the other day."

"Your lunch?" Cormac grinned. "Yeah, I heard about that, too. What did you expect? She is Pansy, after all." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm fine with Susan causing you problems. She's yours to deal with. But when her actions interfere with my time with Pansy? I get annoyed."

"Interrupted your 'me' time? Horror of horrors. How did you cope?" He laughed at his own joke for a moment, then leaned back in his chair.

"Don't mock me. I have needs." He glared at Michael. "And keep tighter reins on Susan. I fear the next time she upsets Pansy, she won't be walking away unscathed."

"'Tighter reins on Susan?' She's not a horse, mate," Michael said with a chuckle. "I am interested, though. She hasn't said a word about it." He thought for a moment, and then looked at Cormac with a serious expression. "Pansy wouldn't ever actually hurt Susan, would she?"

"Are you serious?" Cormac raised an eyebrow when Michael nodded. "You obviously don't know Pansy well if you don't know the answer to that. She's not known for her restraint and control when provoked, mate. I just think it would be best for everyone if Susan kept her distance."

Michael frowned. "We are talking about Susan? My Susan?" Michael shook his head. I can't imagine why she even went over there. He shrugged and said, "I'll take care of it."

Picking up a quill and twirling it in his fingers, he asked, "So Pansy told you about the lunch from hell, did she?"

Cormac smiled knowingly.

"Did she also tell you that Susan was lunching with not only her ex-boyfriend, but Pansy's as well?" Michael asked. "Bletchley and Pansy were evidently a thing at school. They looked comfortable together, and Pansy looked like she was having an awfully good time with him, just so you know."

"Mate, if I got upset about everyone Pansy ran into that she dated at Hogwarts, I'd never be calm again." Cormac smiled and was quiet for a moment. "There's a man out there who dated both Pansy and Susan? I didn't see that one coming, I'll admit."

"He's a bastard," Michael scowled. "He's dating Padma, now." Michael crossed his arms over his chest. "Smug, self-absorbed prick," he muttered under his breath.

"Padma?" he asked, surprised. "He gets around, doesn't he? Think this Miles has ever been with Su, Cho, or Ginny?" Cormac laughed.

"Speaking of self-absorbed pricks," Michael chuckled. "Would you shut your mouth for once? Are you trying to wind me up?"

"Is it working?"

Michael sighed and smiled, shaking his head. "Doesn't it always?"


{Summary: Cormac visit's Michael's office. They discuss their girls, and how to keep them in check.}